3:00 and the dreaded dinner hour is facing me down. I have a love/hate relationship with cooking these days -- I love to cook and my kids hate the stuff I make. They would eat cereal and macaroni and cheese for every meal, every day if I let them. Oh sure, D will also eat fruit and frozen peas; A also eats beans and peanut butter once in a while. But mostly they don't eat anything. It makes it very hard for me to get excited about cooking a meal because I know it is absolutely unappreciated. I had to make a dinner time rule that, even if they aren't going to eat, they can't complain throughout the whole meal.
I've got chicken breasts, rice and broccoli planned for tonight, but I might as well throw it all in the garbage and give them bowls of Cheerios.
I've said it before, but meal planning is seriously the hardest thing to do.